The problem with commenting on the fact she was frightened was that it only really annoyed Kendal. It was like telling a woman with PMS that she was cranky, except usually it would not have rung true with this particular Hathaway. The fact she actually was frightened and he knew just irritated her further, promptly turning her fear on its head in a very Star Wars manner. “You’re not concerning me,” she protested with something of a pout. And it was true once you ignored that the things that did concern her happened to be attached to him. It disturbed her that that kind of logic was how things like Twilight started. “Just--Call it reality shock, okay.” And he was going to have to call it that, because Kendal’s tail was twitching. At least, that’s how she saw it. Still, she had listened and found herself getting more and more irate. “Right, so what happens to the next human who passes you on your way back and you’re even hungrier? And what happens to me when the driver turns out to be some psychopath killer? Because, let’s face it, the odds of the latter actually happening in Scarlet Oak is on the increase.” And no--No, he wasn’t getting away quite that easily. Seizing his arm again, she looked up at Eric with a rather accusatory expression. He was trying to abandon her to fate or something and she wasn’t having any of it. Her tone wasn’t changing either. “All you needed to do was ask, Eric.” Something that, really, only seemed like a reasonable idea after her own flimsy tirade about a fictitious ‘next human’. Given the body language of the blood-dolls, it actually seemed like a good idea, and automatically became the great big red button that Kendal really had to press. One day she would learn to leave those buttons alone.
She didn’t quite seem to understand that vampires were not things to be taunted. Eric was a mountain of self-restraint but he had vampiric needs an the blood hunger was something that became increasingly difficult to control the hungrier one got. He was old enough to not want to attack the next person he saw but Kendal was agitating him to the point where he was tempted to hit her over the head and drop her off on her front porch. If only he knew where that porch was. And having a woman slung over your shoulder was rarely an acceptable sight. Priest or no.
Eric took another breath he didn’t really need to steady himself. “The reality of the matter is I do need to feed, but I won’t be attacking the next person to come my way. And don’t be silly, you got to the bar on a taxicab, the odds of you getting murdered on your way home is highly unlikely,” Eric wasn’t the kind to scoff at fears, but she was really being kind of paranoid. She grabbed his arm and he was forced to look her in the eyes. She was trying to agitate him and was she...offering? She clearly didn’t understand. At all. The movement was swift, though not designed to hurt. His fingers went around her throat gently, not squeezing, just grasping, as he pushed her towards the stores they were passing by and getting them out of the lights that lit the street. “You must realize you are acting like a silly teenager playing with things they don’t understand. You’ve never been bitten before or you wouldn’t be acting like this. It’s not fun; it hurts,” Eric told her, hand still at her neck. He could feel the vein pulsing underneath her skin. “You don’t want this, Kendal.”